Little Bogong Moth
Little Bogong moth, large in size for a moth.
Little friend resting on the edge of a towel,
Rest in near permanent sleep in your sleepy place
The Stars Were Littered Across The Sky
Under the same
Inverted bowl of the sky
Littered with stars,
You and I in one heartbeat
echoing across the eons.
Green Lake
Green Lake Conservation Reserve A circle of mallee gums around a dry lake bed, The locals say there is a bog hole and water seeps away. The locals want to plug it, to bring back the water, To bring back the people With their boats and toys. I say, why...
Three Poems About Living On This Planet
ANOTHER SUMMER COMES AND WILL GO Sixty-three summers have shone their light How many more their fleeting memory will hold, How many more warm summer breezes will I feel on a sunken cheek, My little grandson a new and unaffected wondrous being, His summers still...
Blue Planet – the overview effect
Green grey, green red flowering gum. Blue wonder our home planet. Astronauts become poets and seers Awe struck by your beauty, they drink in your blue wholeness, from spaces. they grasp the truth, “we are all on this planet together, not exclusive or special, merely...
Bhutan, Flags of Hope
Many prayer flags and prayer wheels, Spinning, blowing in the breeze, They say to the Traveller, ‘one step is a prayer, take one step at a time, Your destination is insight. —Bhutan Collection —November 2018
Impressions of Gold
Impressions of Gold old ladles abandoned along with the dreams. Rusty ladles of promise, Receptacles of molten metal, Hardened by furious determination, and will. To strike unimagined wealth. From the creek bed of Reedy Creek, In this little valley of dreams. Its...
The Dredge
Soft grey corrugated sheets like a proud rooster surveying the hen run.Proudly protecting its own golden secret,Lying hidden in liquid ebony serenity,Beneath the Mirror of the sky.Soft grey gum and wattle hold the secret close,Gently folding in on the tranquil lake of...
Moroccan Lamp
A star fell on his hair as A rainbow in the sky did see. A light and prism not of the world lives somewhere in that dark blue sea. Is he I said of the spring heartbeat of the luminous child With simple strains of flute did wing Beyond the edges of delight. Was he I...
Desert Library
cI wandered in search, Of what makes me human, Down to the creek bed, Along the corridors of the library, That was eons before words and books. Images of nature imprinted on rock. All meaning there laid under pressure, Where tiny soft bodies, Encased in bony...